A/N: Here's a new
little fic that I came up with in a surge of inspiration. Used a
different view than usual. In this, I have the haunted mansion
actually a ride in Disney World, not just the Haunted Mansion. Enjoy,
everyone, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't
own Disney.

Ezra plopped himself
down onto the bench seat of a boat in Small World. He needed a break
from the mansion, so had decided to get his head drilled with
multi-cultural children singing a mildly irritating ditty in several
different languages, over, and over, and over, and over…He found it
strangely comforting.

Phineus wouldn't get
off his back lately. Wanted him to take some therapy or something.
Like he was going to waste his valuable time talking to a puppet
called 'Mr. Calm Down'. He could be using that time to sketch a
giant cube of jello with a bunch of little stick figures suspended
inside it. Important stuff, you know? So he decided to take a break
and explore the park.

He had made his way to
the Small World ride, and chose to take a nice little ride around the
globe. He cackled at the Swiss yodeler, and gawked at the little
can-can dancers. As he exited the ride, he began to make his way back
to the mansion, when he heard a familiar voice through the crowd,
humming breathily.

Turning around and
scanning the mob of people milling about, he spotted Emily, the young
dead bride from his very own mansion swirling around near the ride
exit.

"Emily!" he called.
She didn't respond. Impatient, he approached the young woman.
"Emily!" he said when he was about two feet from her. She still
showed no response. "EMILY!!!" she finally turned to face him.

"Oh, hello, Ezra,"
she sighed, "What are you doing here?" she asked, twirling her
hair on her finger.

"Me? I'm just
taking a break. What about you?" he replied.

"What about me?"
she asked, staring dazedly over Ezra's shoulder. He followed her
gaze, but saw nothing.

"Why are you here?"
he asked through gritted teeth. So this was how Phineus felt all the
time.

"Oh, well I just came
to watch the adorable little children sing their adorable little
song! It's a small world after all, it's a small world-"

"Okay! Well, are you
heading back to the mansion now?" he asked, extending his hand in
way that made him seem oddly like a gentleman.

"Oh, I was planning
on petting a camel first…"

"Camel?" he asked.
He had seen no camels here today. Except for maybe those big statues
of camels outside of the Magic Carpet ride, the ones that spit water
on you…

"Those are statues.
Now, come on, or George'll freak." he took her arm and began to
drag her back towards Liberty Square, when there came a scream from
inside Small World. They spun around to see a mob of people running
from the exit.

Ezra turned to Emily.
She busy waving to a little sobbing boy who was clinging to his
mother's hand, crying even harder at the sight of the wild, tangled
hair of the dead bride. Sighing, he dragged her back into the ride to
see what all the commotion was.

Inside the ride was
deserted. And when they reached the Queue, they saw why. All of the
children were running amuck, chewing on things, clawing at guests,
screaming like banshees. It's A Small World had gone evil.

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